Not So Deep Thought

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As I sat on the white bench,
the sun forming a blanket of warmth against the cool air,
I watched a man pacing back and forth as he smoked.
His breath was visible for a brief moment, announcing the first signs of winter,
but then was lost in the thick cloud of smoke created by the cigarette. They slowly rose together and then dissolved in the sky.
Like an owl's shrill that pierces the stillness of night, the man's cell phone clamored, jolting me from my not so deep thoughts.





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